Well, I figure it's about time that I wrote a new blog post, especially since I have such awesome news.
As you know, the last almost 5 years have not been the easiest on our family when it comes to getting a sibling for Abi. We've had both chronic miscarriages and failed adoptions and all the heart ache that goes with that. Don't get me wrong, our life was awesome and we had fun with the friends and family that were around us, but there was always something missing and always some hard days thrown in.
After our last adoption failed in November 2012 I received a blessing from my dad. Brad had just canceled his flight out to us and switched it so that we could go home to him instead of him come out to us. I was heart broken, and I think in a little bit of shock. I needed some help and I'm so thankful I was with my dad.
It was one of the most powerful blessings I've ever had and I was promised some amazing things in it. One of which was that I would be a mother again soon. That Abi would somehow get a sibling.
As the months went on I kept reminding myself of that blessing. I just had to be patient. Things weren't going to happen on my time. Just wait. But even knowing that didn't make it all that much easier.
Then one day I decided that maybe I wasn't doing enough on my part, that there was something else I should be doing to work for this baby. In the past I had had a blood test done to check for clotting disorders. it was a 3 part test and I had only had the first part done before we had to move from my dr, in Massachusetts. I decided that maybe I needed to find a dr in Missouri to finish out the testing. That maybe that could be the problem.
So while I was out running my errands I decided to grab a prego test at the dollar store just to make totally sure before I went to the hassle of trying to make this appointment. I knew it would be negative, but it was only a buck, right?
I took it the next morning and I thought I was going to pass out. I yelled for Brad and he came in and saw the little plus sign too. We were overjoyed for a few minutes, and then the dread set in. We couldn't loose another one.
I immediatly called the OBGYN that was just up the street and explained my history and the positive test to them. They had me come in 15 minutes later to begin taking blood tests to check my levels. Then I went in 2 more times that week for more test and an ultrasound. At the end of the week I asked Brad for a blessing. after that blessing we knew that everything would be alright, that this pregnancy would stick.
I continued to go in at least once every two weeks (sometimes more) until I was 12 weeks. At that point my levels were great, the ultrasounds all looked fantastic and I had made it further than any other pregnancy (besides Abi of course) so the took me off of "high risk" status. man, that was a good feeling.
At 17 weeks I convinced them to give me the gender ultrasound earlier then their policy allows since we were moving here to North Carolina and I would really like to know before we left.
It's a little Mr. Harding wiggling around in there.
I'm now 23 weeks along, due the first week of June, and everything is perfect.
I posted this pic earlier this week on Facebook and Instagram. I had been looking back through old photos and found one from exactly a year earlier and decided to recreate it.
Left: Jan 31, 2013 - two months after our failed adoption not sure if we'd ever get another little. Right: Jan 31, 2014 - four months from welcoming little mr. to the family. #OhTheDifferenceAYearMakes #MiraclesHappen
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